Handprints

Relaxing a bit, Avery stretches her legs out on the kitchen table, spreading her labia to one side, so her pussy hangs open. Studying her vulva, I see an ample amount of pale pink pussy juice, glimmering wetly on her blonde pubic hair. Scooping up some powdered sugar from a bowl next to Avery, I pull off my labia glove and rub it on my nipples, spreading the sweet sugar on my nipples with a gentle swirl. Reluctantly, I untangle myself from the kitchen table. Going back to the bedroom, I untangle my trembling legs from my bedsheets and let my full labia spring out on the floor. Moving from one foot to the other, I spread my legs wider and open my pussy lips, revealing the ever-so-slightly pink flesh behind them. Do you want to taste my sweet pussy? I ask myself as I expose my whole pussy, the tender pink folds of flesh spread apart like a flower, the pink folds of my pussy skin parting slightly to display my labia. Pushing aside the sheets, I spread my legs, watching them spreading wider and wider with each foot that I step. As my vulva stretches to full length, the outer labia become tighter around the engorged middle labia, creating a tiny fist.